Pan Morigan

Lyrics

Solomon’s Lament  
I taste honey, myrrh, and cinnamon
Upon your coral tongue
one scent of your sweet, sizzling hair
is like a breeze from Lebanon
You are a garden hidden deep
I am a spring, a fountain sealed
I will give myself to thee
If you will open up for me
 
But I don’t want to sing about love
As if I really knew, as if I really knew
What love was made of
I don’t want to sing about love
Lend a forked and crooked tongue
To that old chant ‘bout how ‘we’re all one’
 
In the time it takes to sing this love thing
Another kid soldier learns how easy it is to die
There’s an answer blowing in the wind they say
But mostly we just don’t have the time
The sky is breaking, mute her grief
The azure sea is weeping
Your prince of peace is dying in the street
I’ve got to sing about these things
 
So I don’t want to sing about love
As if I really knew, as if I really knew
What love was made of
I don’t want to sing about love
Lend a forked and crooked tongue
To that old chant about how ‘we’re all one’
 
I slept but my heart is waking now
It’s the voice of love urgently calling
If you will give yourself to me
I will open up for thee
 
And we will speak a luscious tongue
With words of myrrh and cinnamon
 
Don’t let the flames devour love
Don’t let Caesar conquer love
 
Before we learn to know love
Before we learn to conjure love, conjure love
Where there is none      
 
(words and music by Pan Morigan)